Dzazmie_D_Fountain

Note to readers..
Dear readers, I will have to pause the update for TBIF.
This is to enable work on my books for WSA, Bed Of Roses and the one I will be entering today.
I hope you all will continue to give me the same positive energy you've been giving.
Thanks for understanding.

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Damien had been stuck in a night from five years ago when he had a night with a random lady. For some reasons, he couldn't get her off his mind and vowed to find her. But that would be hard. 

With only her face in his memory and no name, how would he find her?

As coincidences, fate, destiny, and a certain connection pull them, with each passing moment, closer to each other, they realize that they had been right under each other's noses all along. 

"Do, you really think.it was just a night stand?" The older woman asked and the two youngsters were thrown into instant confusion.

Eleanor was sure that the only reason she went to the bar was because she was angry and needed a place to vent it out. And to her greatest knowledge, no one forced her to it.

Damien too. He was at the Castle of Wine because he needed a quiet place... away from work.

So... What was it...?

*****

And, when they find out that it wasn't just a nightstand they shared, but infact, had a lot of things in common apart from the kids, only then would they realize... 

The journey just begun...

The Billionaire's Instant Family

Jonathan froze. His eyeballs dilated as he turned to face Eleanor slowly.

"Are you out of your fucking mind!?" He yelled.

Eleanor shrugged and grabbed her keys. "Maybe"

"Are you sure about this?" Jonathan asked before she could reach the door. "I mean, I've always trusted anything you do but-"

"Then don't start doubting now." Eleanor replied dryly and left.

Jonathan watched the door close with a soft thud. He was very sure that Eleanor must have lost her mind.

With a sigh, he stood up and headed to the bar of the house and picked himself a bottle of whiskey.

Eleanor drove around the bustling streets of New York City for hours with no destination in mind. This was something she did when she was at crossroads.

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